The Girl & the Car

Chapter 8

I woke again and found Andy not there. Not another dream. The last one was chilling yet comforting. Mom. I forgot how much I missed her. I moved my neck and found my pain had returned. Alright, not a dream.

The door stood open and there was my beauty. Looking at her was like seeing an angel fall from heaven. A tray full of coffee was in her hands. The light behind her was suddenly shut as it was coming from the hall. She turned on the lamp next to me and smiled. Her eyes lit up and again I can see the wonders of those sparkling zircon gems.

"Hey. You feeling better?" She smiled warmly. I reached my hand out to her. I just wanted to feel her skin against mine again. Please let me hold this beautiful temptress. I watched as she placed a coffee in my hand. I shook my head and reached a little further out to grab her hand. She took the coffee and placed her smooth hand in mine. How glorious it felt to let the electricity bounce between us.

"Now I am." I smiled up at her. "Thank you for everything." She really truly was my person. I never thought of it that way but it was like she was made for me. How silly a thought it could be, here she was, holding my hand. Another knock came on the door as it started to open. Our attention turned to Emma who had just walked in.

"Hey there, killer." She smirked. She turned her attention over to Andy. "There's, uh, someone in the lobby. They are looking for you." She sidestepped from the door. Andy stood up and kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back, love." She smiled oh so brightly.

I nodded my head as my eyes followed her perfect body out the door. She was perfect to me. That's all that mattered. Of course, she had some pudge here and there but ultimately she was beautiful.

Emma started to unhook some of the machines I was attached to. "You are gonna get to go home. With some special care, of course. There's a pamphlet in your folder, here." She placed the white folder down and started to pick up my things and place them into a bag. "Looks like you were nicely dressed for that party. Too bad your clothes are shredded from the glass." She laughed.

"Emma." I paused and waited for her to look at me. "Why did you leave me? I mean I know you fell into trouble with Malcolm but come on. Was I so bad?" I pleaded now. I had everything waiting for me outside of this room, but I needed to know. For the strangest reasons, I had to know. 

She looked deep into my eyes, I swear I could see the pain come through like daggers. Her face fell. I knew this woman in front of me. She would never let this get to her. As she looked up at me, a single tear fell from her green eyes. It got to her. 

"I didn't want to..." I scooted over in my bed and she sat next to me. "You were my special person. The day I left you, I broke inside. I don't know why... I don't. Imagine how different our lives would be if I stayed." She sobbed into my chest. 

"I would have married you, Calvin was practically my own anyways. We could've been---" I began, but she cut me off. 

"I couldn't let you do that!" She looked me dead in the eyes and quickly looked away. "There was a night where Calvin and I were over. He was really little and we were practically living in your dorm. Lucas was talking to you and y'all thought I was asleep. He said to you, that having Calvin and me there was poison to your life. You denied it all and said you were going to marry me and the only two things you cared about were in your bed. It scared me, but I wanted it. I wanted you. Then everything started spiraling with you at school and Malcolm had come back into the picture. You were supportive, but one night while you were at the library..." her voice broke. She started choking on a sob. This broke her up, but why. What didn't I know?

"Emmie, Tell me. It's okay." I sweetly called her by her nickname. She gave a small smile and wiped away some tears. 

"One night you were at the library and I was with Calvin. Lucas and Malcolm came in drunk as hell, screaming their heads off. Sleeping baby and drunk idiots don't mesh. Malcolm quickly seized the opportunity and...and...seduced me. I kissed him almost as much as he kissed me. But after a few minutes.... it...it felt so wrong but also felt right. I loved you, but Malcolm was my first and I swear it was like fireworks." Now that was something I knew about. Fireworks after kissing your one truly meant to be. "I left the next morning with Calvin and Malcolm. I couldn't bear to tell you why. You were my best friend. I'm so sorry Wes." Her tears had left runs down her porcelain face. 

"Emmie....look at me." I pulled her chin up. "It's okay. I get it." She hugged me, tight.  She looked up at me and I kissed her forehead. Emma is my best friend. She always has been. I would never let anything happen to her. She helped me stand up and held me. Of course, I was much taller than the petite woman in front of me, but holding my best friend even in her worst, it was like I finally understood what was in front of me. Not my ex, not my nurse, not anything other than my absolute best friend. 

"Are you mad at me?" She whispered quietly into my chest. 

"Never."